So there we were, inside a café of a hotel outside Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek waiting for it to open and praying they didn’t put cows milk in my soy chai latte. 9:30am and that morning we had already eaten out for breakfast in Nørrebro (avo on toast, yes mam), we had wandered around Hans Christian Anderson Avenue and fought away tourists from the statue outside Tivoli Gardens because we wanted a picture too, dammit!
Travelling transforms me into a morning person. Me! Miss sleep-in-till-5pm-if-I-have-the-choice. Something about travelling makes me want to experience every moment of every day, even if that means loosing sleep. I know, right? I can’t believe I’m typing these words either. Travelling is better than sleeping. Who would have thought?
“What is it about this place, anyway?” my mum asked, because she didn’t understand why I wanted to go to this museum so badly.
“It’s just a nice museum,” I replied, although I was really thinking, “photo ops in the winter garden, obviously.”
And yeah, at 10am when the museum opened, we went straight to the winter garden so I could get my selfie. Or rather, force my mum to take a picture of me by a fountain and some koi fish.(Side note about my outfit: Yeah, I know it’s cute as hell, but unfortunately it’s not fair trade. They’re Topshop and Urban Outfitters pieces from two years ago. I’m not getting rid of them just yet. )The rest of the museum was pretty good. There were different rooms with what I could gather, different themes. The statues of domestic abuse were in one room. The statues of feminism and murder victims in another. And you can’t forget about the rooms of missing noses and decapitated penises.Would I recommend the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek? Of course! Copenhagen’s full of these beautiful, classical art museums and this one, in my opinion, is unmissable.